There come times when we all need a change. A change from what has become habit. From what has become too routine. I am pretty sure that I am having one of those weekends. I just returned, actually less than 15 minutes ago to be quite honest from a trip with my friend Kyle to Ft. Wayne. We went to Red Robin. Yep, we drove about an hour sand 45 minutes each way to get a hamburger. But not only just a hamburger, one of the best burgers that I’ve had in a long time.While we originally went to Ft. Wayne for no particular reason at all other than the trip, we quickly decided that Red Robin was the place to go. We got lost, for a bit, but we found it. We walked around the mall for a bit and then went to eat. Good times.
I feel refreshed to be quite honest. I feel like a change has been made and it’s a good thing. This weekend was not my usual habits and rituals. I didn’t really have any plans going into Friday evening , that changed of course and things are pretty dang good right now.
Although I feel kind of hyper at the moment, I feel totally drained so I’m going to head over the TV and then crash on the couch for a while. Hope you all had a wonderful weekend too!
I’ve neglected to tell everything from Spring Break…. Here’s the rest:
Thursday night we came home to something… something odd, a very inebriated man. Let’s just say that we had a lot of fun with him, peanut butter and dogs were involved and pictures were taken. It was a great time for all. Then on Friday Jake, Chris, and I went to Downtown Disney to shop for souvenirs. It was cool to see it in the daytime. Finally Friday night came around, we partied hard. At least I did. We went to Pleasure Island and had a blast. Long Islands rule, just don’t get the bucket! I want to say hey to Dawn, whoever you are. I remember your shirt and your name, but not much else. I want to apologize to everyone that rode home with me; I was way too loud for my own good. After getting home around 3ish I finally went to bed around 4. Got up on Saturday at 12 and got stuff ready to leave. We were finally on the road at around 230… The longest drive ever. It sucks leaving a place that’s 80 and getting home the next morning where it’s 20. I wanna go back.
All in all though I had a good time, lots of things came out that probably wouldn’t have earlier, suspicions were made about people, and I think they’ll be confirmed soon enough.
But seriously thanks to all my friends for going. Ambyr, thanks to your grandma for the place, Ben, thanks for keeping Ambyr in check, Kyle, thanks for driving a few nights and keeping me up to date on NCAA and my miserable picks, Chri-as, thanks for all of it dood, we gotta hang out more, Jake, thanks for keeping me sane all week. DJ, thanks for the memories of peanut butter and John. Sorry about Sparky.
I should go study… every story that should have been told has been told to everyone that needed to hear it. The memories will live on, plus I have pics to prove most of it.